Glimpse
Tempus
A cycle of pale moments unfolds,
Where the soul stands before an unyielding truth,
Its path carved by a will beyond our own.
The pages of ancient wisdom lie open,
Their words a light piercing the shadows of fate,
A call to the weary to rest in a purpose not their own.
Beneath the gaze of eternity,
We are held in an embrace unmerited,
A testament to a design that endures through the ages.
2025.